Poetry of L. E. Ashton, 1926 - 2016
To
fall
to
earth
falls our lot
as sure as tulips
in eager shorter session
discard their wounded petals
on this vacated plot
where hungry persistent squatters
earn their keep
with striving like ours
glory thus ingloriously departs
while wider world entertains its purposeful poise
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Posted by Laurie Ashton at 5/24/2007
Labels: death, end of life, poetry
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